Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Can Lois and Lana stop fucking to deal with this new problem?

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Lois Lane's hips continued to piston her Satanic shaft in and out of Lana Lang's demonic pussy. The reporter's hands gripped the redhead's ankles for dear life, her cock slammed home hard enough to bounce Lana's head off the mirror above the sink and shake the dust from the pipe. Lana's grin of pleasure had transformed into a rictus of pure endurance at the jackhammer fucking.

"S-stop!" Lana managed as she kept her white-knuckle grip on the sink. "P-pull out! We have to figure out what's going on!"

Even as they both watched, they could see the slow shift in color of their skin as the blue and red flesh crept outward from their app-generated genitalia. Lois frowned, panted, sweat ran down her small breasts and jumped off the hard nipples to splatter in Lana's face, the redhead too preoccupied to even flinch.

"I'm...trying..." Lois said. "Fuck, your pussy is just too good! I can't stop my hips!"

Lana scowled.

"Five minutes with a cock and already all you can do is think with your fucking dick! At least let me go so I can close my legs!"

Lois drew herself up to her full height. Her feet were planted shoulder-width apart, her whole body flexing as she thrust with all of her might in and out of the azure slit that gripped her cock so tightly that sometimes it felt like Lois were pulling against vacuum just to drag her big prick out Lana. With a singular effort of will, Lois managed to concentrate on her right hand...each finger seemed to resist her efforts as she ordered it to open...slowly...achingly slowly...Lois felt as though her hand was trapped in some impossibly thick fluid that resisted the slightest movement...it came unclamped from Lana Lang's left ankle.

Which leg immediately scissored around and snapped into the small of Lois Lane's back, to drive the dick even deeper into Lana than before.

"Aaah!" Lana's eyes went wide. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph that's deep."

Lois now found the leg fighting her, making her thrusts shorter and faster than before. The redness at Lois Lane's crotch had spread so wide she couldn't cover it with the palm of her hand, and Lana's was the same.

"Let me...go..." Lois said.

"I'm trying!" Lana shot back. "My leg isn't...it's like it's on automatic pilot..."